When the young man saw the evil grin on Drakion's face, a deep, primal chill surged down his spine.
Only he could understand the terror of what had just happened.
He couldn't remember anything about the rope dart—
Nothing at all.
That confusion alone unsettled him.
It wasn't until the memories slowly began to return that he realized just how deep in hell he truly was.
It was as if a part of his very soul had been erased…
for just a fleeting moment.
The Fang of Oblivion Echo—
This was the first black fang of Drakion's golden eyeball.
Its power: to erase specific memories from a being's soul—
skills, identities, even relationships—gone like smoke in the wind.
And then…
The second fang,
Fang of Soul Dominion,
Its power: to bind and enslave weakened souls, turning fallen enemies into eternal soul-servants.
As he stared at Drakion's wicked grin, another chill pierced his spine.
Yes, he had made a grave mistake—
